I think there’s something wrong with me. I’m so out of it every morning lately. Waking myself up is like pulling a horse trailer with a PowerWheels car. I keep having these very strange dreams every night (which is kinda cool, actually), which I remember nothing about upon waking, except the fact that I had a very strange dream. My theory is that when I go to sleep, I actually slip into a parallel dimension, do a bunch of stuff there, and wake up exhausted from my activities. It’s either that, or I’m going to bed too late, and Senor Trazodone says “no” to 5:30 alarm clocks. Personally, I like the interdimensional concept more.
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